I raced. Well, not really raced, but ran. Mostly ran. For the cure.
The Susan G Komen Race for the Cure was last Sunday. My friend's Mom lost her battle to the aweful disease that is Breast Cancer four years ago. Then, late last year, she found out she is a carrier of the breast cancer gene. This year, she had a double mastectemy and reconstruction. That's right, she chopped off her boobs to save her life. That's courage.
I raced with her and for her and her mom. And it was awesome.
Beginning of the race
I was proud to be there. Proud to be a part of something huge. Proud to be part of this team.
And mostly proud to help.
I was also proud because I ran about 2/3 of the race. Maybe even more and I finished in about 39 minutes.